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WRITTEN BY 

EMMA GELDERS STERNE 

PICTURED BY 

THEUAA GOOCH / 


NEW YORK 

CUPPLES s*,LEON COMPANY 







The All About Series 

Price per volume, po Cents 


“ALL ABOUT PETER RABBIT.” By Beatrix Potter. 
Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. 

“ALL ABOUT THE THREE BEARS.” Pictured by 
Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. 

“ALL ABOUT THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.” 
Pictured by Dick Hartley and L. Kirby-Parrish. 

“ALL ABOUT MOTHER GOOSE.” Pictured by 
John B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT CINDERELLA.” Pictured by John 
B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.” 
Pictured by John B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE SMALL RED HEN.” 
Pictured by John B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT LITTLE BLACK SAMBO.” Pictured 
by John B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT HANSEL AND GRETHEL.” Pictured 
by John B. Gruelle. 

“ALL ABOUT THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.” 
Pictured by Gladys Hall. 

“ALL ABOUT LITTLE BOY BLUE.” Pictured by 
Thelma Gooch. 


CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY New York 


Copyright, 1924, by Cupples & Leon Company 



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All About Little Boy Blue 

JUN19 ’24 

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Once upon a time there was a 
Little Boy called “Little Boy 
Blue,” because that wasn’t his 
name. He lived on a farm with his 
mother and daddie, 




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And three cows, 

And ten woolly sheep, 
And a little white lamb, 
And a flower garden. 



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Little Boy Blue loved the three 
cows, and the ten woolly sheep, 
and the little white lamb; but most 
’specially did he love the flower 
garden and all the flowers in it. 



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One day his daddie brought him 
a blue horn with golden stars 
painted on it. And when the Little 
Boy blew the horn it sounded 
mighty sweet to him, like bread 
and honey; 



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And it sounded mighty sweet to 
the cows in the meadow, like wavy 
yellow corn; 


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And it sounded mighty sweet to 
the woolly sheep, like grass and 
singing brooks; and it sounded 
mighty sweet to the white lamb, 
like his mother calling him. 


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But to the fairies who lived in 
the garden it sounded sweetest of 
all, like dancing in the moonlight. 


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Little Boy Blue played all day 
in the garden. 



Until, when the shadows had 
put the sun to bed and the birds 
were singing lullabies, the night 
wind came to the garden bearing a 
message from his mother: 


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"Come home, Little Boy Blue, 
Supper time, and bed time, too. 
Little Boy Blue, I’m calling you.” 

The Little Boy tucked his blue 
horn with the golden 
stars under his arm 
and waved "Good 
Night” to the flowers 
in the garden. 



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The roses bowed good-night, 
and the forget-me-nots courtesied 
good-night, and the merry colum¬ 
bine nodded good-night, but one 
little purple pansy was nowhere to 
be seen. I will tell you why: 



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The pansy had crept into the 
horn, and when Little Boy Blue 
went home the pansy went too, 
and when he was tucked into bed, 
with his blue horn with golden 
stars beside him, the little purple 
pansy lay quiet until 


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The moon looked in the window. 
Then an exciting thing hap¬ 
pened! You know, when the moon 
shines the fairies leave their flower 
homes and dance in the meadow 
until daylight. So when the first 
ray of moonlight climbed down the 
sky, up jumped the purple pansy 
fairy and sang: 

“Little Boy Blue, come blow your 
horn, 

The fairies will dance on the 
meadow till morn.’ , 


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Little Boy Blue 
sat up and rubbed 
one eye, but before 
he could rub the 
s other eye the pansy 
fairy had whisked him out of the 
room and down the stairs and into 
the meadow below the garden gate. 
He didn’t forget the blue horn 
with the golden stars—the pansy 
fairy saw to that. 


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The moonlight followed them 
into the meadow, and as the Little 
Boy blew his horn all the fairy 
music came pouring out, like 
stars playing tag with each other, 
and the fairy sang: 


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“Under the greenwood tree 
Who loves to dance with me, 
Come hither, come hither, come 
hither.” 

The fairies that lived in the 
flowers in the garden jumped up 
when they heard the sound. 


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Out of the tulip came a young 
lady fairy in a bright red skirt; 


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Out of the daisy 
a fat little boy in 
white; 

Out of the forget- 
me-not a wee baby 
in blue; 


Out of the vio¬ 
let a darling little 
girl in palest 
purple; 




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Out of the roses lovely fairies, 
all in pink; 


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And out of the water-lily near¬ 
est the fountain, 

The queen of the fairies, in a 
white satin dress and golden 
crown. 


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She could open the gate by her¬ 
self and she led the fairies out on 
the green grass and they danced 
while Little Boy Blue played sweet 
music. 



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All night long they danced and 
danced, until first thing you know 
they heard a sound. It was the 
cock telling them that morning 
was on the way. 


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“Cock-a-doodle-doo 
The sun is after you. 

The fairies all must go to sleep, 
And so must Little Boy Blue. 
Cock-a-doodle-doo.” 



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The little purple pansy fairy was 
the last to go and just before she 
left she threw some fairy dust into 
the Little Boy’s eyes. 


And he rubbed his eyes and he 
rubbed his eyes, but the sleepy feel 
wouldn’t go away. He dropped 
down by the hay-stack in the 
meadow and before the morning 
sun could creep through the grasses 
he was fast asleep. 


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The fairies hurried to the garden 
and cuddled in the flowers, for if 
they don’t get in their beds in time 
the sun will change them into but¬ 
terflies and they 
must fly all day 
from flower to 
flower with no¬ 
where to rest. 

And they get so 
sleepy. 



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And the sun woke the three cows 
and the ten woolly sheep and the 
little white lamb, but it couldn’t 
wake Little Boy Blue because of 
the fairy dust in his eyes. 



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His daddie looked for him, and 

said: 

“Little Boy Blue, come blow your 
horn. 

The sheep’s in the meadow, the 
cow’s in the corn. 

Where is the little boy that tends 
the sheep? 

Under the hay-stack, fast asleep!” 


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Bye and bye he awoke and ran 
home to tell his mother all about 
his remarkable adventure. 



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